Author Note: This chapter is so M-rated

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He never really got the weirdness of waking up to someone just watching you sleep. Even before he opened his eyes to the new day, he could tell she was watching him and it was indeed creepy. Not that it would ever stop him from doing the same to her, it was still a bit creepy and at the same time, kind of nice to know that there was always someone that would love to just watch you sleep. His left eye was the first to be greeted by the low sunlight trying to peek through the closed blinds over the windows and next to that, were brown eyes that he swore held the sunrise.

"You know how you always tell me that it's creepy when I watch you sleep?" he rhetorically asked her, not even waiting for her to nod her head. "It's super creepy."

"Told ya," she poked his shoulder, before smushing her nose next to his skin.

It hadn't been an extra long night, but it was eventful. After the screening, which had them all singing along inside the theater and all the way to the after party, they had found themselves taking over a small diner that wasn't unlike the one in the original film or the new one. They had malts and cherry sodas and he had been second guessing his wardrobe all night, wanting to be that cool greaser that Riker was in the movie. They had shared embarrassing stories with the rest of the cast about Riker pretending to be Danny Zuko when he was five and making the rest of them dress up as his own personal T-birds. By the time they had gotten home, it wasn't extremely late, but it was late enough that he didn't even remember taking off his clothes before hitting the bed face first. Maybe that was more a sign of working, jetlag and worry over the stories that were being printed about him and Laura.

He slid his hand up her bare arm and saw the goosebumps raise from within as his fingertips hit all her sensors. He turned on his side to face her, taking in all the good feelings he was feeling by waking up with her by his side. It wasn't that he didn't miss her while he was filming up in Vancouver, because he sure as hell did, it was more that he had gotten used to it. During the first few nights without her, he would always Facetime her or be texting her in some sort of way and then once his workload picked up and the physical demands started to pick up, he had been dead on arrival at his makeshift apartment for the duration of the series.

He hadn't forgotten just how beautiful she was when she first woke up. Her hair was always a mess, almost in knots sometimes and her right eye was more lazy then her right. If he woke up before her, he would have to detangle himself from her because she was a wild sleeper. But he didn't mind. It was better than waking up with her in the farthest reaches of the bed. He cupped her face, leaning his forehead against hers and just breathed her in. They had been apart for more than a month and he definitely felt it. All he wanted to do today and the next day, before he went back, was be with her. In this bed. He was sure he could convince her that it was worth it. All he had to do was roll his tongue across her bottom lip and press against her hip...and oh yea, give her that look. That look that meant getting out of bed only to use the bathroom and re-hydrate; that look that said he wanted to do things to her that he hadn't done before.

"I got chills," he sang the words in a low tone between them. "They're multiplying."

"And I'm losing control," she sang right back, nipping at his lips with her fingers playing with the waistband of his boxers.

He kissed her harder then, not giving her any room to object or squirm away from him or take over control in any way. While he loved when she did that, this was his time to be in control and they needed to make up for lost time. While she was tugging at his boxers still, he was already shedding her of the thin camisole she wore to bed last night, tossing it to the floor along with the blanket that had been covering their bottom halves throughout the night. Her hands threaded through his hair as he covered her mouth, sucking all the oxygen from her. What he had thought in his head was going to be slow and sensual love making, was turning more urgent by the second. The moment her moan got a little squeaky, he had been turned on even more and his plan of just taking her there, was thrown out for a bit of more adventurous positions. Something they hadn't done in forever that he wanted to remedy now.

He pulled at the sides of her tiny boy shorts, pulling them down inch by inch as his lips kissed down her silky skin and left more marks behind by sucking even longer. He had stopped in the middle of her chest, kissing her breasts and making each nipple pert as they could be. While he wanted to be inside her as soon as he could be, he still wanted to pleasure her and get her hotter than she already was. He felt her heavy heart beats against his chest as he climbed back over her, his one hand supporting his weight and the other racking up her leg and into her center.

A little glint in his eye, Ross leaned down and captured her lips hungrily. She arched her back and pressed herself into him. Letting them go roughly, he kissed down her chin and laid claim on her neck, jut as his fingers entered her. Laura let out a screech and turned them into moans as he poked inside her body, touching all the right spots. He bit at her collarbone, loving that he didn't have to pay attention to any rule about leaving a love mark behind. There were no movies, no upcoming projects where she had to hide it and makeup departments would not be yelling at him because of it. He was intent on giving her not just one, but many marks. Something that just screamed she was his. All his.

Her back arched again as his mouth moved from her neck towards her breasts again. He sucked on her mounds, tickling her nipples with his tongue and making them stand at attention for him. He pulled his fingers out of her and brought them up to her lips, letting her juices drip over her delicate mouth. He didn't really think he was that guy who got all twisted and turned on by that, or even by a woman tasting themselves, but as she was doing it right now, he was going insane. Her tongue creeped up and over and around his fingers and that urgency to get inside her was just upped.

He couldn't tell you how fast he got his own shorts off or if he even asked her if she was still on the pill. All he knew was that he was still thrusting inside her ten minutes later and rolling her around the bed. The pillows and sheets had been tossed along with the second blanket on top of the first one and their room was looking like it had been when he first got back and she was cleaning. With her back on the edge of the bed and him on his knees, their grunts filled the space, yeses and 'Oh God's were being yelled out after, before their names were shouted at their climaxes. Ross collapsed beside her body but didn't leave her where she lied. He pulled her up, laying her on top of him and kissed her head.

"We," her breaths were short. "We need to do that again."

He smiled down at her, his grin going from ear to ear. "You tell me when to start."

"You're amazing, you know that?" she told him, her fingers drawing little circles over his chest, pausing in her thought. "You are. Not just in bed, because what we just did we'll be doing again soon, but in just everything. You're kind, you're genuine," she looked up at him. "You've got the best hair I've ever seen on a man."

That made him laugh. Of all the other things she could say, she chose his hair. But it was true. He did have good hair, even though it was kind of sweaty right now, just like hers. He tucked a few strands behind her ear before kissing her again. Her eyes fluttered closed and he felt her smile into his mouth. His hand caressed her cheek as the kiss got deeper with her moving towards him, her body sliding over his and her lips parted, their tongues trying out a merengue instead of a tango head on.

"Ross..." she murmured.

"Hmm?"

"Start."

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It was dark outside. So dark that even though the lights of the Los Angeles suburb drowned out all stars in the sky, she could still see a few. She had stumbled getting up from the bed, still sore from their activities that had taken up most of the day. A simple robe hung over her body, the tie knotted loosely over her naked form. She had pulled her hair back from her face and looked over the round marks that were peppered over her neckline in the reflection of the mirror. She had woken up just moments before, craving something to eat and drink after not having anything for the majority of the day. But that was okay, she, and definitely him, had been hungry for something else. Something they both had needed and wanted.

Their lovemaking always differed each and every time - something she loved. It was always new, and always made her excited. One time it would be like something out of a dream, others were quickies and over in two minutes or less, but that was all they needed; and then other times it was rough and making her feel things that she never had before or it was all planned out with candles all over the place and sexy music in the background. She got excited over each and every time, just imagining the thrill of him surprising her and having his hands over her body...she was getting turned on just thinking about him coming up behind her right now.

After getting a little nibble of an apple, Laura was back in their bathroom and pulling the band out of her hair, letting it tumble down the side of her face. She looked back into the dark room from the mirror, and saw him watching her every move. He clutched the pillow under his arms, his eyes tracing over her frame with precise detail and biting his lip when she pulled at the silky fabric of her robe, letting it drop just so off her shoulder. Sending a sneaky smile back at him, she lost the robe entirely and left it where it pooled around her feet.

She only disappeared from his view for a minute to turn the shower on, and let the water run over her hands. The water pelted the stone floor and the temperature on her hand turned up and it wasn't all the hot water's doing. It was the thought of Ross coming up behind her right now and pushing her inside, having his way with her once again. Closing her eyes for a moment, she could already feel his hands on her skin, slinking over the curve of her shoulder and down to her elbows. She would lean back into his frame, feeling his warm breath tickling her neck and guide his hands over her body as they roamed their way down her petite frame. The sensation she was feeling by just imagining these things was overwhelming that she didn't hear him come up behind her until what she was imagining came true.

His hands floated down her arms, fingers slipping their way onto her stomach and holding her tight against his naked form. His nose moved against her temple as he dipped his head and started to suck on her shoulder once again. She wanted to move, to turn around in his arms and steal his lips from her shoulder...but she didn't. She let him discover her body again, guiding his hands to the places she wanted him to feel; to the places she needed to be touched. He ghosted over her hips and back to cup her bottom, all the while having his mouth all over her back and neck. She felt him stand back up straight, turning her around in his arms in a whirl and she met his eyes immediately. They had changed from the warm milk chocolate color she had fallen for the day she met him to a deeper chocolate, almost hickory. Eyes that screamed richness and business and man who was on a mission all at once; they were eyes that were intriguing and eyes that she would let them do anything they wanted to her.

He looked from the shower to her eyes and to her lips, almost hesitantly, and almost asking her for permission to kiss her, or thinking about what he was going to next. He didn't need permission. None at all. This time it was her eyes that flickered towards his own before looking back up, almost pleading him to ravish her. He leaned forward, his lips slowly connecting to hers, but what started out slow, grew frisky. His tongue was all over her mouth as her back hit the stone on the wall, passing underneath the rain showerhead that peppered the top of their heads with blazing water.

"I hope," he said between kisses, "you weren't," kiss, "actually planning," another kiss, "on taking a shower."

"Furthest thing from my mind right now."

Laura raked her fingers over the muscles in his upper back as he pulled her up slightly, his hand clutching onto her leg and showing her just how beneficial his workouts were. She wasn't particularly a heavy person at all, but the way he was lifting her with ease and flipping her around the seamless shower. His mouth moved from her own to her neck again, his hand massaging her breast while she was reaching down to his ass. He was moving down her body, leaving little kisses before getting on his knees and without any warning had entered her with his fingers.

She pressed her hands against the hard surfaces on either side of her, Laura closed her eyes shut and let him take over her body before her moans turned into a lot of 'yeses' once more. She was certain that she would never ever say no to him...in anything. When she told him he was amazing in bed earlier this morning, she truly meant it; and it wasn't just because of his incredible love making skills (which she wasn't going to question how he got this good, all she knew was that she was the one getting it all). It was because he truly was amazing. He had the biggest smile, the greatest hair, gave the truest kisses and she was pretty sure that he was born with a heart that was three sizes too big. He held her hand at every moment he could, dealt with her weirdness and quirks, cooked for her, taught her how to cook, let her rant about the silliest things, and went head to head with her sister on almost every issue she brought up.

And she told him all this again, hours later, just as sleepiness was taking over both of their bodies. They were still damp from the shower - at least she was - and after eating what they could quickly heat up, had retreated back to the bedroom again with only a single sheet covering them. They were back in their original positions that they had started out with this morning - her nose against his arm and his hand clutching her hand in between the thin space separating them.

"I missed you," she said faintly, just above a whisper. "I love that you have this new job and I'm so excited to see it. I just wish it was shot here."

Ross smiled down at her and kissed the top of her head, her hand now resting on his chest as he pulled his arm around her. "I miss you too, but just think. In three more weeks, we'll be on a promo tour around the world together. You'll get sick of me again on that."

"Never."

"You do remember I snore, right?"

"So do I, and you don't snore loud."

"What about me wearing socks to bed? You hate that."

"Why are you trying to make me hate that you'll be with me?"

"I'm not. Just trying to ease the separation...for the both of us."

Laura leaned up and kissed his lips. "I still wish you shot here."

"Me too."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."